You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 140

Harper

 I'm exhausted.

Mom and Dad have finally gone to bed, but I wouldn't put it past them to do room checks like they used to at summer camp.

I'm still downstairs with Easton bingeing some murderous documentary about a crime of passion, and some creepy stalker who always pretended to be her work friend but secretly cut pieces of her hair and slept with them in his pillow.

Ryan and Sadie are upstairs doing who knows what in the kitchen.

The creepy man on the screen continues his stalking.

Gross.

I shudder.

"Are you cold?"

Easton asks, pulling me close.

I frown.

"Is it just me or are you way too into the part where he almost gets away with it.” He shakes his head like he's disappointed in the mass murderer.

"I mean, he's an idiot, he could have made it, but noooo, he has to go back for one of those creepy pieces of hair like he didn't just kill her for rejecting him."

I scrunch up my nose.

"Weird that the husband ended up living."

"Poor guy probably wishes he were dead, imagine someone standing over you while you sleep with a butcher knife."

"Yay, what a great Christmas, so merry and bright,"

I tease and give him a hard shove.

“I'm going to have nightmares tonight about knives.” He laughs.

I turn to him and grip him by the shirt.

"I will end you if you sneak into my room, hover over me with a knife and scare the shit out of me.

I'll take that same knife and chop off both balls.” "Wouldn't that make me a eunuch?"

"Yes,"

I seethe.

"With the giant dick but a severe lack of testosterone and desire to have sex."

"Should I be scared that you just gave me an exact definition?"

He smiles.

"Chill, I won't scare you, I actually like my testicles and um..."

He crooks his finger and whispers in my ear, "So do you."

"Do not."

I sniff and look away.

"Babe, you sucked them so hard the other day I was afraid you were going to bite down."

His smile is devastating.

"Lately, you've been like a wild animal in bed, not that I'm complaining whatsoever..."

He holds up his hands.

"In fact..."

He leans in, my heart pounds so hard it almost makes my chest hurt.

Our lips meet in a hungry kiss.

God, how did I ever survive without this man? These kisses? He's the addiction your mom always warns you about.

I keep thinking he's going to get tired of us, of this, that one day we really will make it through the end of the movie without getting naked.

He answers that question as our legs tangle with each other and the blankets on the couch.

"I love you and I want this to last,"

he says between kisses.

"But after watching the whole man with the butcher knife, I can't stop thinking about your dad coming down the stairs with one of the steak knives from the kitchen."

He groans and kisses me again.

"It's messing with my erection."

"Huh, my dad's messing with your erection, that's new,’ I tease, kissing his nose.

He tickles my sides and tugs down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pressing me back against my childhood leather couch.

I have to admit I dreamt about it but never saw this in my future, I was too afraid to hope for it as he guides himself between my legs.

I used to brace for how big his dick was, but now my body instantly relaxes, basically sucking him in and saying a small prayer that he'll stay.

But he's right, I'm so sensitive and emotional I can't even control my own body as I get dangerously close within a minute.

He grips my hips and looks up at the stairway like he's afraid then looks back down at me.

"I was going to warn you about how fast I was going to go but fuck, it's even worse than I thought.” He bites down on his lower lip.

"Fuck, baby, you have a magic pussy.